It's easy to say, but in fact, Grandma Rong and Rong Qing have said more than once that they can't finish the food. They also know that those are because they almost always use up all the tickets they have saved at home.
Grandma Rong took out an extra-large snack basket from the cabinet and stuffed it directly into Rong Jingdong's arms.
"Hey, this, where did you get such a big basket?"
"Your uncle Li in the village has the wicker weaving skill passed down from generation to generation. I told him my requirements and he started weaving it for me. Look, he even has grids."
Rong Jingxi took a curious look, and then he was shocked. There were more than twenty kinds of dried meat, dried fish, snacks, and fruits in it, and the quantity of each was quite sufficient. The most important thing was that they were all made by his mother herself?
When he was a child, he would try his best to please others just to eat one kind of food. What's more, he just saw that there were several kinds of food that he had never seen before.
Just looking at it makes people swallow their saliva. Then he looked at what he brought today. Although he bought it, it felt a bit awkward, making him look a bit petty.
At this moment, my daughter turned around and took out a three-layer fruit plate from the cabinet.
The first layer is strawberries with water droplets still hanging on them;
The second layer is pineapple cut into even-sized pieces;
The third layer is the melon which is also cut into evenly sized pieces and exudes a strong sweet aroma.
I watched her smile sweetly and put it next to her eldest brother: "Uncle, eat this, grandma and I prepared it specially for you, it's very sweet!"
Rong Jingdong suddenly felt that this happiness came a little too suddenly. He looked at his niece, then at his mother, his eyes asking, "Is this really for me? Am I worthy of eating these good things?"
Grandma Rong found it a little funny. How could her own son be so silly after just a month's absence?
"Eat it. If it's not enough, I'll get you more. I'll bring you some more when I go back. Don't worry, my dear and I don't need any of this."
Rong Jingdong stretched out his big hand, picked up a small fork, picked up a piece of honeydew melon and put it in his mouth, the light in his eyes lit up: "Sweet, Mom, where did you buy this? I'll buy some later" to give it to others.
"You can't buy it. I asked someone to make it for you. If you like it, there are still some in the cellar. I'll get you a few more later."
Rong Jingdong waved his hands quickly: "No, no need, let's leave it for you and Guaibao."
Rong Qing really wanted to tell her uncle that there was no shortage, really no shortage. Ever since she infused the space with the spiritual energy of the jade gourd, the fruits and vegetables planted there grew wildly inexplicably and matured in less than a day. She and her grandmother had a great harvest.
It will take half a month to mature.
This time, she harvested about 200 honeydew melons. If the space could not be exposed, she would generously give a hundred or eighty to her uncle. He had always played the role of a father to her growing up!
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